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Fairytales for a Practical Princess - 2008-11-30
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11:39 p.m. - 2008-08-25
Wow, it was one of those weekends where a bunch of stuff of no great import happened yet managed to not only fill up Saturday and Sunday but most of today as well. Summer vacation is still messing with my perception of time. The endless Sunday afternoon continues. Here's hoping I don't become one of The Lotos-Eaters. Since Wolf won't be getting surfing lessons until next summer I agreed to his learning to kayak this year. The local river is good for this, it's barely hip-deep in most places. Mike got him his own boat. Wolf's kayak's name is 'The Otter'. Most suitable since the river otter is his totem. My boy is a decent swimmer and has a well-fitting life jacket too, so I try not to flip out too much when he's out with his dad. Today Mike broached the subject of taking Wolf out on other bodies of water. I flat out refused to let him take our boy out on the Delaware, too many drownings far too often. The scary thing about the Delaware is how easy it looks. Mike immediately made the 'calm down' hands and assured me he was NOT thinking of the Delaware, but of a lake over in Hometown. I thought on it for a minute and then agreed. With many frowns, warnings, and fierce Mama Bear glares, of course. Though I could hardly object, I'd swum in that very lake before I was old enough for nursery school and spent years and years afterward from ice out to autumn's frost goofing around swimming and boating and raising all sort of watery mayhem. Still, any activity I'm not in on makes me nervous. Especially where Mike is concerned. I'd like to trust the ex. I know he'd never intentionally let Wolf come to harm, but the man is a doofus. He's also a lousy communicator. Seems to believe that since he knows what he means that everything is crystal clear. After a 25 years of Mike Mud I can say this is absolutely not the case. But Wolf is 11 and it's beyond time he gain some life experience off the home turf. I can and will teach my boy the majority of things, however kayaking isn't one of them. So. Last summer was horse camp and this year it's kayaking. Next summer it will be my turn again and I'll be teaching my boy to stand on the water balanced on a piece of foam and waxed fiberglass. My latest love is Slacker online radio. Aside from the very occasional pitch to buy Slacker gear it's commercial-free and totally groovy. I shopped a few of the stations and have settled on the 70's hits. Funny considering how crappy my childhood was that the music from that time makes me happiest. Heck, maybe it was because my home life was so full of ugliness and pain that 70's pop music formed quite a bit of my personal philosophy. All I know is the Johns- Lennon and Denver, plus Ocean, the Osmonds, Partridges, Jackson 5, and the folkies who made the decade's transition from the 60's and their songs of brotherhood and peace touched a place inside. I'm a goof and a romantic and possibly a schmuck, but I insist there's worse things than living a life based on songs like this:
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